5 years ago
I guess you could call me over protective of my sister. She is, after all, my only sister and a few seconds younger then me. I didn't like it when she went on walks through the park with the man who calls himself our father because I was afraid that one day he would break her heart. I didn't even like seeing my sister, my twin, talking with guys because, again, I was being over protective and didn't want her heart broken.
So imagine how I felt when I saw her with a hand on a guy's shoulder one Monday morning.
Alright, perhaps I shouldn't have reacted in the way that I did, but I was young, kind of stupid and I didn't even know the guy. Hell, I had never seen the guy before in my whole life. Plus, it was a Monday morning. Monday mornings ought to have been banned a long time ago.
The guy was not the type I wanted around my sister, or at least that was the impression I had as I was stalking over towards the two of them. He had dyed red hair. Dyed. You don't trust guys with dyed hair. And he was wearing baggy black pants. Not rapper look-how-far-down-my-pants-can-go-before-they-fall-off baggy, but baggy. And he was holding a black jacket. In fact…it looked exactly like the jacket my sister had been wearing all weekend.
Now I was just confused. I should have stopped on my rampage.
I don't know, even to this day, whether to be happy or embarrassed by that fact.
"I wouldn't stand too close to her," I said to the red haired guy as I came up behind him. "She's known to have lice. And she almost always smells bad. Plus she has a bad habit of being obsessive. You wouldn't want her drooling all over you as you try to get to know other people. You are new I'm assuming."
"Trio!" Sam screeched, looking at me with the most appalled look on her face. "What is your malfunction?! Are you---?!"
"Hush," I told her. Then I turned back to the guy. "My name is Trio."
"Hi," he said, giving me a slightly uncertain look. "I'm Travis. And yes…I am new to this school."
There are a lot of things about my sister that make her a bit different.
"Well please, let me show you—"
One of them is that she doesn't take too well to being ignored.
My breath came out very fast as she elbowed me in the stomach. "Trio, dear, can I speak to you for a moment? Preferably alone. In a place in which I can torture you. Somewhere where if you scream you, no one will hear your cries."
"She's also very violent," I told Travis. "Sometimes she goes into tantrums in which if you don't stay out of the way, you might get beat into a bloody pulp." Sam was tugging on my arm. "Did you see that dead cat on the sidewalk outside of the gym?"
I waved jovially to Travis as Sam dragged me away. She was really very strong for a girl of twelve years. "Perhaps I'll see you around?"
As his figure disappeared into the crowd, I turned my attention to Sam, my sweet, blonde haired sister, who looked as if she was going to string me up by my toes and beat me with a field hockey stick. It was actually kind of scary…
"What the hell was that?" she asked angrily, punching me on the shoulder. Then she began to pace. I gulped. Sam only swore when she was really angry.
"Ow…what was what?"
She hit me again. "Why did you say all of those things about me?"
"I repeat, ow." Pause, rub shoulder. "Who was that guy, anyway?"
She stopped pacing and turned to look at me. "Is that what this is about? Travis? You can't stand that your little sister has a friend that's a guy when you repel everything that looks even slightly feminine."
"Hey now…what about that waiter who was hitting on me at the Olive Garden."
Sam sighed. "Trio…a) he was hitting on anything that walked on two legs, including Mom-" I winced. If there's one thing you never want to see then it's your Mom flirting with a twenty year old guy. "And b) he wasn't even remotely feminine. He had a beard."
"Some women have beards."
"Not feminine ones, dorkface."
"Oooo, nice insult."
"Shut up. Now why did you say all of that stupid stuff?"
I leaned against the wall behind me casually. "I…" I sighed, shifted my position slightly and rolled my eyes. "I guess I didn't like the fact that you were talking to a guy that I had never seen before…"
Sam sighed and rubbed her eyes tiredly. "Trio…you're so…so…" She began to pace again, and then stopped and turned to me. Then she flicked me on the end of my nose.
"Ow! Dammit, Sam! That hurt!"
She glared at me. "Good. You deserved it."
Turning, she disappeared into the crowd.
The next time I saw this Travis character was actually about four-and-a-half minutes later as I skidded into the correct classroom for the time and slid into the only available seat, right next to Travis Williams.
"Uh…hi?" I offered tentatively.
"You're the guy in the hallway…with Sam...Trio was it?"
I chuckled sheepishly. "Yeah…that's me…sorry about that…"
"So…" he looked down at his desk sadly. "How long have you two been together?"
I'm sure surprise was written all over my face. "What?"
"How long have you and Sam been dating? I only met her on Saturday…I didn't know that she was…what?"
He told me later that the look I'd been giving him was one of pure disgust and horror. "Dude…she's my sister."
Well for some reason (I blame Monday morning) we couldn't stop laughing. I don't know if it was from relief or…some odd sick humor that both of us seemed to posses, but we could not stop laughing. Finally we stopped. Travis was holding his breath and I had my face buried in the crook of my arm.
The teacher walked in to the room, five minutes late, took one look at us and sighed.
"Trio…and what I fear must be an already corrupted Travis Williams…please go to the office. I have a head ache today and can't deal with you two giggling like the school girls you shouldn't be."
So that was the first time I was sent to the office with Travis. And certainly, sometimes unfortunately, not my last.
Somehow, by the end of the period spent in Mr. Chaney's office, Travis and I were two of the best friends. It wasn't that we knew everything about each other's lives and it wasn't that we had all of the same interests. In fact, it was much the opposite. I knew almost nothing of Travis's family and all he knew of mine was that I had a sister. We had little in common as far as musical tastes went and he loved English where as I could not stand the subject.
No, it wasn't anything like that. It was more (and I hate how sappy this is going to sound) that our souls bonded. It was as if we had been friends forever. It was the strangest thing I'd ever experienced.
I think I scared Sam just a bit when we came stumbling out of the office, still drunk with laughter. She looked at me, then at Travis, then back at me.
"I swear on all that is holy, Trio, if you corrupted him…"
"Travis," I turned to him, as a large pearly tear rolled down his red, laughter filled face. "Our Mom makes a mean meatloaf. Would you like to come over tonight for dinner?"
And the rest, as they say, is history.
I hadn't moved my eyes from the poster behind Cai's shoulder since I began my story. Inwardly, I thanked my sister. Outwardly I cursed her.
"Did you have to make me do that Sam? You know how much I dislike---"
"Your welcome, big brother."
I sighed. "Thanks."
"Hey, what are you kids doing here?"
In midst of our stories I had forgotten that we were still at school. Sitting on the floor of the cafeteria to be precise.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Jacks…we…we were talking," Perfect Sam stood as she spoke. She could always woo the teachers. "…we had a toast of sorts to…to…"
The teacher rose her hand and Sam stopped. Her face was softer now. "I understand…don't worry about it. Just get to your classes, okay? If you have any trouble getting in, tell them to contact me, alright?"
"Yes ma'am," we all chorused like the good little academic students that we were. We stood as one and began to walk from the cafeteria. Sam and I walked behind Kate and Cai, the first crying quietly and the later holding her tightly.
"How did this happen?" Sam whispered quietly to me as the bright sunlight hit our sensitive eyes. "How in the world…"
"I don't know," I replied just as softly. "Bad luck?"
My blonde sister shook her head. "I don't believe in luck."